Clockwork

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ah

Am I a fire or the lighter, am I full of it?
Is it me or is it all of them?
I'm like my father, I am stubborn, I'm my mother's kid
I'll guilt myself and the pain until there's nothin' left (nothin' left)

The air's gettin' grey now
I see it on the way down
Yeah, yeah
It's pickin' up the pace now
It's quicker on the way down, down, down

It's like clockwork, wheels turn, heels hurt
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's like clockwork, backwards
Tired of sittin', livin' with it 'til it drops
Clockwork, wheels turn, heels hurt
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's like clockwork, backwards
Tired of sittin', livin' with it 'til it drops

Can't run from what I'm made of, but why can't I
Identify with parts that I'm supposed to recognize?
I got a tight grip on the listen, this time I won't let it go
Until I let it go, then it goes

Air's gettin' grey now
I see it on the way down
Aw, yeah
It's pickin' up the pace now
It's quicker on the way down, ooh

It's like clockwork, wheels turn, heels hurt
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's like clockwork, backwards
Tired of sittin', livin' with it 'til it drops
Clockwork, wheels turn, heels hurt
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's like clockwork, backwards
Tired of sittin', livin' with it 'til it drops

Whoa, ah
Oh
Tired of sittin', livin' with it 'til it drops
Oh, ah
Oh
Tired of sittin', livin' with it 'til it drops (ooh)

It's like clockwork, wheels turn, heels hurt
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's like clockwork, backwards
Tired of sittin', livin' with it 'til it drops
Clockwork, wheels turn, heels hurt
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's like clockwork, backwards
Tired of sittin', livin' with it 'til it drops